One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 38 Please Chang'an Strengthen My Central Plains!
The morning of the third day.

In the camp of the Chinese army, the generals who participated in the war gathered together.

Coach Xu Ting's temples were as white as frost, and his face was serious. He issued the military order passionately and painfully:

"Xu Ting has been ordered to lead millions of troops today, and vows to wipe out the barbarians together with you, build an unworldly feat together, and restore the clear sky to the land of China!"

"Since the great changes in the way of heaven, the Central Plains has been repeatedly defeated by the barbarians, and has suffered unprecedented humiliation in thousands of years of history!"

"Why is it here?"

When raising the tent solemnly, Xu Ting took a breath, and his tone gradually calmed down:

"It's all in the Central Plains that blindly defends and retreats blindly. It's all because we lack the courage to die together."

"The isolated city is in danger, but it has been able to hold on for 64 years without losing an inch of land. Gu Chang'an slaughtered thousands of troops with one sword. Courage lies in faith, and faith lies in the common people behind us."

"If you don't want to exterminate your family, then you will risk your life!"

The suppressed fighting spirit of the generals erupted suddenly, and they raised their tents and shouted:
"Together in the national calamity, bloody battle to the end!!"

All of a sudden, Xu Ting pulled out the golden-sheathed Sword of the King of the Army from the handsome case, slashed angrily, and the long case fell to the ground:

"Mie Yi!"

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The sun had just risen, and the mist had not yet dissipated. The Central Plains formation east of Yumen Pass was dispatched.

A burst of loud and urgent horns sounded for hundreds of miles, and the army of the front camp broke out of their nests, and the blackness covered the wasteland, like a wave that was about to destroy the land.

The flag fluttered high, and Xu Ting stood on the cloud car observation deck, overlooking nearly 20 soldiers and horses slowly advancing.

He depends on the situation of today's offensive, and it is impossible to put all his eggs in one basket in the first battle.

In the first wave of trials, the central infantry was [-], and the cavalry on both wings were [-].

In the endless flat wasteland, neither side has much terrain advantage to take advantage of, and a frontal collision depends on the real combat power of both sides.

Therefore, the result of the first battle is very important. If the loss ratio in the Central Plains is too large, the follow-up battle must rely on unique tactics to win.

But looking at the history of China, [-]% of the victors in the war are positive victories of the stronger side.

Ten thousand against six thousand, you can rely on strategy and tricks.

100 million against 60, there is only a frontal battle.

In the distance, there was a rumbling drum, the ground seemed to be shaken, and thousands of banners of the barbarian army had appeared in sight.

Duke Qin of Eastern Wu and Master Chu were suspended in the air. Behind them were mighty cultivators, forming a defensive formation, with rows of shields specially made by the Mohists on the front line.

"Boys, we don't sacrifice to demons, ghosts and gods, but our conscience!"

"During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, it was the Central Plains that gave us tribal food, cloth, and silk, allowing us to bid farewell to barbaric life and learn etiquette and shame. It is time for us to repay our gratitude."

"What we have done today is nothing short of glorious!"

Zhe Lansu, who was in heavy armor, carried the flag himself, fearing that Erlang would have no intention of fighting, so he crazily encouraged the army before the battle.

At his level, once the Central Plains is defeated, the whole family will be cut to pieces by the barbarian kingdom.

The only way to fight to the death!
In case of death in battle, his son and granddaughter can still enjoy a title in Chang'an City.

"Turn into a hero's soul, conquer mountains and rivers!"

"If there is Tang Zhaozhao, heaven will serve all nations!"

"Kill!!"

Zhe Lansu roared with all his might, and led his subordinate Erlang and left-wing cavalry to make the first wave of charge.

The two armies collided like mountains and seas, like thunder and thunder shaking the wilderness, like tens of thousands of hectares of raging waves rushing towards the universe.

The dense rain of arrows covered the sky, the swords, axes, and axes were clamoring, covered in dust and blood, the battlefield suddenly turned into a flesh and blood mill, and the most primitive and bloody fighting began!

After a while, Xu Ting's face on the Yunche Observatory was tense, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Support the right wing, the central army will defeat the enemy!"

"No!" The general's arm holding the command flag was trembling slightly, and he quickly stepped off the cloud car.

The wild dog squirmed back!
In the first wave of charge, the coalition forces won a big victory, almost like a broken bamboo!
Soldiers are brave, and they will live on the edge of the blade!
This is the most tenacious will of Chinese civilization!
The sound of killing and short roars made the battlefield tremble. The barbarians in the west regrouped for two formations, and the giant Yan Peng flew out from the chariots, forming a bloody giant net in the air.

Within the coverage area of ​​the giant net, the speed of the Central Plains' elite fighting slowed down visibly, and even the cavalry's running with guns became dull and slow.

"Saint!!" A general roared into the sky, he watched all his subordinates die in battle, and the formation that had been charging forward retreated dozens of feet.

The nightmare of the Western Shu battlefield reappears.

Damn net!

Corpses littered the fields, blood gurgled, wounded soldiers howled miserably, lying in the wasteland trampled by horseshoes, the battlefield was as tragic as a boundless purgatory.

The two martial arts sages cast spells together, the sky net gradually blurred, but the offensive and defensive situation did not change, and the barbarian cavalry who had been dispersed before all regained their spirits...

When night fell, the huge gongs with hundreds of faces also rang "嘡嘡嘡嘡".

The two armies retreated at the sound of gold and slowly retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

In the Yumenguan wasteland, blood men with broken arms and limbs squirmed everywhere, and screams of despair and pain filled the air.

The soldiers, who were already bruised and bruised, held a wild dog's head in each of their left and right hands, and their vision gradually blurred.

He didn't know if this battle would be won, and he didn't know if the Central Plains would win, but his rough hands still held the wild dog's head firmly.

"I'm going to be a father in three months, what a pity..." The soldier closed his eyes with a smile, lost his head before dying, and took out the family letter from his armor and put it on his body.

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On the golden platform of the barbarian army, everyone walked quickly, and the news of the battlefield fell down on the platform like snow.

Mandi's breath was gloomy, he drank Sanjue, trying his best to suppress the roiling fire of anger in his chest.

"Septomeus!" he swore.

Six glaring corpses sat upright and kneeled under the stage, lined up in a row, holding the short sword inserted into their stomachs tightly with both hands.

The judge had no expression on his face. In the first battle, the six people were extremely humiliated, and they had to commit suicide to give an explanation to the son of the emperor who died in the battle.

"Take it away!" The purple-haired old monster strode forward and said lightly:

"A rough count of the battle situation shows that an elite elite of the empire consumed two and a half Han slaves. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

The barbarian didn't say a word.

The judge was silent. In previous battles, one elite could defeat four Han slaves.

Obviously, the battle loss ratio this time is very embarrassing!
Before using special weapons, one Hannu even killed two elite elites of the empire. At that time, the battlefield was about to be defeated, and the situation was saved by special weapons.

"In the face of absolute strength, will is useless." Mandi added in a low voice:
"If the blood of doom has not been resolved, it will be a one-sided massacre now!"

Whenever he thinks of that lunatic Gu Changan, he will go mad with hatred, and his heart will be pierced like a knife.

Single-handedly destroyed the largest strategy of the empire.

"Abyss is very satisfied with this battle." The purple-haired old monster said suddenly.

His Majesty personally lined up troops, whether it was the use of special weapons or follow-up reinforcements, he generally could not find any flaws.

Abyss has always adopted the strategy of raising Gu for the throne of the empire.

A group of excellent Gu worms killed each other in the bottle, leaving a powerful Gu worm in the end.

Even though Mianxia had made a fool of himself before, he was still facing a shocking lunatic, and he was definitely considered an excellent player in this battle.

Mandi heaved a sigh of relief, and was finally recognized by the harsh old monster. He calmly said:
"I will continue to work hard, the Western Regions Great War will wipe out a million Han slaves!"

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In the Central Plains military camp, Xu Ting stood silently at the gate, and all the generals at the conference table looked solemn.

It's hard to say whether to win or lose the first game.

Compared with the previous battle loss ratio, it can be said that the Central Plains did its best to consume the barbarians.

But heaven favors the barbarian country, and the barbarian is healthy and strong. This innate advantage cannot be compensated by tenacious will.

What's more, the Central Plains has not been able to find a way to break the giant net weapon that reproduces the battlefield of Western Shu. The two saints spent time resisting it, but the battlefield has long been unpredictable, and the giant net must be broken as soon as possible.

Zhe Lansu, who was pale outside the barracks, walked in the direction of the empress' chariot after thinking for a long time.

Seeming to have guessed his intention, the master of the academy hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward to follow.

"Go to the lonely city to recruit Chang'an, and kill Yan Luo with one sword!"

"May Your Majesty accept your advice!"

Arriving outside the chariot tent, Zhe Lansu knelt down on the ground, and his voice spread far and far.

The arrow wound on his shoulder was not treated in time, and the blood soaked the skirt of his clothes.

"Please Chang'an strengthen me in the Central Plains!" Zhe Lansu said loudly, with a look of panic in his eyes.

Battle in the Western Regions is hard to win!
He knows it, coach Xu Ting knows it, and the survivors know it too!

At that time, the morale was so high that it could not be increased. It was the most powerful spiritual will in the Central Plains, but after encountering setbacks, that spirit dissipated.

There is a huge gap in strength. He has been loyal to the barbarian country for decades, and he clearly feels the order of the barbarian army.

The barbaric country is like this, if the order is not chaotic, the combat power will not collapse.

Only by giving them a head-on blow can the order be subverted and the barbarians panic.

And the lunatic in the hinterland is the perfect candidate.

He really has the ability to kill thousands of armies by one person. Even if his strength is halved when he leaves the isolated city, he will definitely be able to disrupt the rear of the empire.

"Go back!" The empress walked out slowly wearing a golden armor, her exquisite jade cheeks were extremely cold.

Pei Jingshu, who was standing behind her, also had a cold face. What is this, asking His Majesty to bind the chains of national righteousness to Gu Changan?

"It's all for victory!" Zhe Lan said with a mournful voice, he lost a total of five thousand sons.

Li Deyu, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, hesitated to speak, moved his lips for a while, and then whispered:

"Your Majesty, according to the news from the scouts earlier, the barbarian army is undefended behind. Gu Chang'an has enough performance..."

"Don't say anything!" The empress cut off his words, her eyes glaring.

The surrounding atmosphere was as stiff as iron.

Master Ruan Xian and other martial arts sages looked at each other, but did not stand up in the end.

Too cruel!

If it weren't for Gu Chang'an absorbing the evil spirit alone, a million troops would collapse without a fight at this moment. He has already made the greatest contribution in the battle of national destiny.

But now let him sneak attack, the barbarian army is hundreds of thousands, it is tantamount to death.

Do heroes deserve to die?

Liu Shang at the far end was dizzy for a while and almost staggered to the ground. He yelled like crazy to attract attention, "No... no... no"

God knows how many times he repeated these two words, only to feel a cold sadness filling his heart.

He always thought that meeting would require a grand ceremony. He waited for a million soldiers, he would wait for the victory of the Central Plains, and pick up Anxi's heroic soul and Chang'an in the most grand way.

It shouldn't be like this!
"Magnificent China, millions of heroes, but hope that one person can break the game, aren't you ashamed?"

"Gu Chang'an is already in such a difficult situation, and I still need to stab him in the heart with my own hands!"

The Empress couldn't control her emotions, her eyes revealed a deep coldness.

"Zhe Lansu, what's your intention?" Princess Chu also asked sharply, and immediately put a hat on:
"Could it be that you want to surrender to the barbarians again?"

Zhelan was so ashamed, she stood up and stopped talking.

Although the proposal was vicious and cruel, he believed that Gu Changan had the ability to break the ice.

Just imagine, if the backyard of the barbarian army is on fire, the front line will definitely panic. Isn't this an excellent opportunity for the Central Plains army to advance?

Apart from Gu Changan, who can disrupt the army by himself?
He is capable, and he is located in the hinterland of the Western Regions. The time, place, and people are harmonious, so he must take advantage of it.

Countless people in the square were silent, so dead that you could hear a needle drop.

Why don't they understand, but this barbarian doesn't know what is the most important thing for the Chinese nation.

conscience.

Conscience is the most important thing, ghosts and gods are hard to bully.

If you really give this order, your conscience will be disturbed for the rest of your life.

"Please Chang'an strengthen me in the Central Plains."

A hoarse voice came suddenly, and coach Xu Ting walked in slowly surrounded by guards.

Holding a stack of blood-stained family letters, he calmly said:

"So many ordinary people sacrificed for the Central Plains, I implore Gu Chang'an to keep going, everything is for victory."

"This is a pre-war military order, and the land of China cannot be violated."

"I, Xu Ting, did this villain."

After speaking, he walked towards Liu Shang, who was out of his mind, and said softly:
"Feel sorry."

"Are there any reinforcements?" Liu Shang had tears in his eyes.

Xu Ting was suffering in his heart, but as the coach of the million-dollar coalition army, how could he reveal a trace of weakness.

"no!"

"No, ha ha ha ha... no." Liu Shang suddenly laughed unscrupulously, and the sharp laughter echoed in the square.

Whether it is the civil and military officials of the Seven Kingdoms, or the martial arts practitioners, they all feel colic, and sorrow and guilt are intertwined.

No reinforcements.

Just like before, Gu Changan had to fight alone.

"Will Chang'an be punished when he came to this world?"

"I would rather not climb out of Yumen Pass, I would rather not learn ventriloquism, and I would rather the city of Kucha fell 63 years ago!"

A drop of water fell into Liu Shang's eye socket, and suddenly he knelt down and covered his face, his thin back twitched violently, and tears flowed silently from between his fingers.

It is the Central Plains that pushes Chang'an into a more cruel hell, and it is the national righteousness that Chang'an is thinking about!

Everyone felt guilty and said:

Chang'an, you are capable of doing this, and you can be a little more crazy.

But how much pain and suffering he has to endure! !
"Go to the motherland's Central Plains!"

Liu Shang got up suddenly and left without looking back.

"Would you like to sneak attack hundreds of thousands of troops?" He stared at the academy master with scarlet eyes.

The master averted his eyes.

"Would you go instead?!" Liu Shang stared closely at Beiliang Ruanxian.

Ruan Xian also lowered his head.

Liu Shang sneered ferociously:

"You want to say that you are not afraid of death, but you can't do it. Only Chang'an can slaughter an army, right?"

"Why don't you stab ten thousand knives in your body first, crush your intestines, and see if it hurts?"

"I really regret why I didn't die on the road to the Western Regions."

He swept across the guilt-ridden faces with tears streaming down his face.

It is precisely this group of people who sent Changan to die!

But when Liu Shang walked through the barracks, looking at countless ordinary men with firm faces, and those young faces standing upright, he suddenly looked like a white-headed old soldier who was swearing to the death at the top of the city.

He stopped, sobbing silently.

For the Central Plains.

For the fucking Central Plains!

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PS: There is another update before three o'clock.

(End of this chapter)